I’d walked close to twenty-miles on this day, before finally arriving at my pitch for the evening. Up on Ditchling Beacon, the rain had finally come in and, even along my descent towards the next village, I could not escape it in time.
While there would be no wild camping involved on this night, there’s a bit of a story to tell on where I stayed… Continue reading →
With a full weekend of walking behind me, I awoke with a feeling of fortune; knowing that I could otherwise have been working on this Monday morning, like millions of others around the UK.
Feeling refreshed the morning after my first shower on the trail and with my rucksack feeling significantly lighter without two evening meals, I felt as though this was going to be a good day following the South Downs Way. Continue reading →
Having braved and survived the woodland scene of my first ever wild camp, I was up and packing early the next morning; ready for breakfast and the beginning of a new day on this promising National Trail.
This walk had originally been forecast to last a good nineteen miles. But, having walked on a bit further than intended the night before, I was looking forward to a reduced duration.